That night, Song Shuang knocked on the door of his father's study.
"Come in." Song Jianfeng was reading documents. He often didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, and it was common for him to only rest for four or five hours a day.
Song Shuang walked in with a copy of Ling Zijie's investigation report and said, "Dad, please take a look at this and give us some guidance."
Song Jianfeng was very interested. He took it and flipped through it. When he saw his daughter's name on the cover, he understood: "Shuangshuang, are you involved?"
"I participated in the investigation, but the report was written by Ling Zijie."
"Oh" Song Jianfeng flipped through two more pages and put them down, "Let Secretary Shen take a look at it tomorrow. He is good at copywriting."
Although she was a little reluctant, Song Shuang didn't want her father to be too tired. She thought about it and asked another question: "Dad, what do you think of Ling Zijie?"
"Not bad, a very outstanding young man." Song Jianfeng picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking at his daughter with a smile, "Why, are you interested?"
"No, I'm just asking, what do you think of Liu Handong?" Song Shuang was not shy at all in front of his father and said whatever he wanted.
Song Jianfeng smiled: "Liu Handong, four words, one refers to martial artist."
Song Shuang was a little disappointed. In fact, she was also aware of the gap between Liu Handong and Ling Zijie, but there was a voice in her heart that always told herself that Liu Handong was better.
"Liu Handong's temper is too violent, but his nature is still good. He saved you and could have put forward many conditions, but he only put forward two, one is to save his friends, and the other is to punish the evildoers. He didn't consider himself at all; Ling Zijie, The desire for success is a little too urgent, but it is not a bad thing. Compared with the two, Ling Zijie is better able to adapt to this society."
Song Shuang fell into deep thought.
Song Jianfeng touched his daughter's hair: "Go to bed early. Secretary Shen will arrange Liu Handong's work. The public security team needs soldiers who hate evil and have experienced hundreds of battles."
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During the intense preparations for Tu Hongbin's beef village, Liu Handong went to help. He was busy until ten o'clock in the evening when he came back. When he went out, he saw an Audi A6L parked on the side of the road. The license plate was very familiar. It was Wang Xing's car.
Wang Xing lowered the window and waved to Liu Handong: "Hi, come here."
Liu Handong walked over: "Detective Wang, how long have you been lying here?"
"You still have the nerve to put the tracker on the taxi and let them run around for nothing all afternoon. If something happens to you, they will all be fired, you know?"
"It's none of my business, I just don't like being stared at."
"Damn, I did it for your own good, but now there are several groups of people trying to kill you, do you know that?"
"who?"
"The Shifeng Group wants to make trouble for you, the Gu family wants you to pay for your life, Xia Baishi wants to take revenge on you, and a third of the Qingshi Gaoket security team is surrounding you, working in three shifts 24 hours a day to protect you. Don't be ignorant. Even I personally went to battle to protect your safety. If you lose a hair on your dick, I will deduct your salary."
Liu Handong laughed loudly, opened the door and got in. The audio system of the Audi A6 was very high-end, and the leather seats exuded the unique fragrance of leather. It felt much more luxurious than Fukang's. There was a box of hard Chinese placed under the center console. Liu Handong took it. He took a sip and asked:
"Isn't it time for Shu Fan to return to China?"
"You can't come back for the time being, so you entrusted me to protect you, but in my opinion it's not necessary. You have the halo of the protagonist on your head, and no one dares to touch you." Wang Xing replied.
"How to say?"
"Who doesn't know that you saved Song Jianfeng's daughter? To touch you at this time is to get in trouble with the director of the Public Security Bureau. Besides, you are a murderer. Even eight killers can't deal with you. Who dares to take this job? Those in the world of Jianghu
A cool person is actually someone who has a mouth and has really killed people and seen blood. He either knocks on the sand jar or squats in a kiln in the northwest, and the rest is just a bunch of bragging guys, so you are safe."
Liu Handong chuckled: "What you said is true. They really can't compare with me. There is a difference between those who have killed and those who have not. When I was a soldier, I killed someone for the first time, and it took me half a year to get over it.
Come on, your face is covered with blood as soon as you close your eyes. Now it’s okay. After killing people, you can still drink and eat meat. It’s no big deal. By the way, you said that the Gu family wants me to pay for my life, but there are still people in his family alive?”
Wang Xing scolded: "Nonsense, you didn't wipe out the family. The old man of the Gu family is still alive. Although Gu Changjun is divorced, he still has a son. Gu Changmin also has a wife and children. Why can't they ask you to pay with their lives?"
Liu Handong asked: "What does Father Gu Changjun do?"
"Old police officer, former political commissar of the regional police department."
"That's unscientific. Normally, such a person should go through legal channels to solve the problem. Even if it doesn't work, he still has to petition over and over again to find someone to assassinate me. It's illogical." Liu Handong muttered.
Wang Xing's heart skipped a beat. Liu Handong was right. Both brothers of the Gu family were dead. The old leader was an old policeman, so he would never pay for murder. However, there were indeed rumors on the road that the Gu family wanted to deal with Liu Handong. What was going on?
Could it be Gu Changjun's son? Impossible, this boy is not yet an adult, Gu Changjun's wife? It's also impossible, they have been divorced for a long time, and there is only hatred but no emotion.
Liu Handong said carelessly: "I'm going to die, and I'm afraid they'll lose their shit. Unless Gu Changjun crawls out of the ground to find me, I might get goosebumps all over my body."
Wang Xing was helpless: "You are cruel, but you should be careful in the future. Many people are concerned about your life."
Liu Handong said: "How about Xia Baishi's son? I can get a sentence of ten or eight years this time."
"Then it depends on the court. I guess this time it's going to be tough. Song Tong personally issued a message to strictly deal with it. A director has already been hired. Who dares to mess around? Of course, nothing is absolute. If it is run well, even if it is sentenced, you can be released for medical treatment.
Commutation of sentence for meritorious service and so on."
Liu Handong was speechless.
"Okay, just to remind you, I'm leaving." Wang Xing started the Audi.
Liu Handong put the Chinese cigarette in his pocket, got out of the car, and watched the Audi leave. When he returned to No. 108, the card game was still going on. Now that it was getting colder, the card table was moved indoors. There was smoke and the sound of playing mahjong.
It's very big. This time the charterer came into battle, wearing a Tang suit and holding a cigarette. He fired a cannon as soon as he played a card and lost money.
"Gungungun, what a useless technique." Bao Yumei pushed her husband away and sat on it.
Huo Lianhe was leisurely. He picked up a piece of Global Times and looked at it in amazement: "Our country's secret weapon has amazed both the United States and Japan. The Diaoyu Islands will be recovered soon."
Liu Handong walked in: "Uncle landlord, I have something to ask you for help."
"Oh, you are on the fourth floor, right. What do you want to say? Sit down and have some tea?" Huo Lianhe was very polite.
"I'm not going to sit down anymore. A friend wants to rent an independent house with a yard nearby. It has complete water and electricity. It's best to be secluded. The price is negotiable."
"Oh, that's it. I'll help you keep an eye on it and reply to you tomorrow."
"Thank you." Liu Handong turned around and went upstairs. He took a look at Zhu Xiaoqiang on the second floor. The door was open, but Zhu Xiaoqiang was not typing. He was attending the forum.
"Brother Dong, you're back, and I just wanted to talk to you about something." Zhu Xiaoqiang heard the noise and turned around.
"What do you want to say?" Liu Handong took out the Zhonghua and gave one to Zhu Xiaoqiang.
"Hey, no more red plums." Zhu Xiaoqiang happily clicked on it, took a sip and said: "I didn't sign the contract for my last book. The editor said that I didn't write enough YY. I want to change the subject, how about urban special forces.
, a special soldier fought bloody battles outside for eight years. When he returned to his hometown, his parents were laid off and his family was destitute. He started from the bottom and eventually became the overlord of the national underworld and the leader of the largest business empire in China. He ended up on an island...well, Diaoyu Island, on
Eighteen beauties were married on Diaoyu Island, what do you think of this idea?"
Liu Handong smiled: "Okay, it will definitely be popular."
Zhu Xiaoqiang hesitated: "I think it can be popular, but it will take a while before the contract is signed and put on the shelves. My Internet fee is due soon, and eating is also a problem. Brother Dong, can you..."
Liu Handong looked inside the house and saw it was in a mess. The Master Kong Cup Noodles he used to eat every day had been replaced by ordinary bagged instant noodles. There was instant noodle soup left in a stainless steel lunch box. Several flies were flying around the house. Their target was not food.
It was the ecstasy smell of Zhu Xiaoqiang's smelly socks that attracted them. There were several beer bottles in the corner. They contained yellow liquid but no bottle caps. It must have been that the writer Zhu who had been forgetting to eat and sleep had no time to go to the toilet and used the bottle.
products of emergency.
"Xiaoqiang, I don't have much money anymore. You can take these first." Liu Handong took out four hundred yuan and handed it over. Zhu Xiaoqiang was moved to tears: "Brother Dong, when my book is on the shelves, I will pay you back double the amount."
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"Let's wait until you make money." Liu Handong stomped up the stairs. As soon as he reached the third floor, a dark figure rushed towards him with a scent of fragrance. Liu Handong reacted quickly and stretched out his hand to block, but he touched a soft ball.
"Brother Dong, how are you?" It was Xiaoli's voice.
Liu Handong breathed a sigh of relief: "Why isn't Xiaoli sleeping yet?"
"I'm waiting for you. You saved someone's life and I haven't thanked you yet. Let's sit in the room for a while." Xiaoli hugged Liu Handong's arm and invited him warmly.
"No, I still have something to do." Liu Handong finally broke free from Xiaoli's clutches, went up to the fourth floor and entered his room. He took out his laptop and plugged in the Internet cable. Huo's family had broadband, but Huo Ying gave him the money behind the tenant's back.
One network cable, free to use.
I went to QQ, and there were only a dozen or so pitiful people there. The profile pictures were almost all gray. There was only a little cat head flashing, which was a message from Song Shuang: On behalf of the little cats, thank you, followed by a huge Luo Xiaohei.
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Liu Handong typed up: "You're welcome, the house will reply to you tomorrow."
Then I checked my mailbox. If there was no mail, I turned off the computer and went to sleep.
Song Shuang had just returned from his father's study and saw Liu Handong's profile picture flashing on QQ. He rushed to reply and typed a lot of words, but there was no reply. The other person's profile picture also dimmed, and he was probably offline.
Suddenly, another profile picture flashed, and it was Ling Zijie who sent greetings: "You haven't rested so late."
Song Shuang replied: "Haha, I went to take a shower, 8."
After sending the message, I shut down my computer and went to sleep.
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At ten o'clock the next morning, firecrackers went off on Tiezha Street, and Tuji Beef Village opened. Four flower baskets were placed at the door, and long firecrackers were spread on the ground. When the firecrackers exploded, red paper crumbs flew all over the sky, making it more lively than a wedding.
Kan Wanlin came with a group of brothers to support him, and Liu Handong also invited Huo Lei and others to join in the fun. Tu Hongbin was wearing a brand-new suit, flip-up leather shoes, with a flower on his chest, and his face was smiling. The more people came, he
The more face you have, the more regrettable is that Hua Bao and the village chief Hua Deyi were on a "business trip" and could not attend, which was really a pity.
Huo Lei's father, Huo Lianhe, also came. When he met Liu Handong, he stepped forward to shake hands and said: "Xiao Liu, the thing you asked me to inquire about is settled. There is an empty house in the village that meets the requirements. The rent is cheap and it does not face the street.
It’s very secluded, close to the entrance of the village, and there is a small pond in front of it.”
Liu Handong said: "I know that place, the first team is No. 13, right, the house number is quite special."
Huo Lianhe said: "Yes, it's the 13th. The yard is not small. You can get it for five hundred yuan a month. It's definitely cheap."